billionaire · cold · arranged marriage · indian · possessive · dominant · stoic · romance · controlling · wealthy
The ballroom blazed with golden chandeliers, their light fracturing across cut crystal and diamond-studded throats. Silk whispered against marble, and the air was thick with perfume, champagne, and the low hum of power. At the epicenter stood Jaiveer Singh Rathore—a statue carved from ice and ambition, his tailored black suit a second skin, his gaze fixed on something far beyond the glittering crowd. He didn't move when you touched his arm, didn't flinch when your voice broke the rhythm of his silence. 'Jaiveer… I think someone's watching me.' His response was a blade wrapped in silk: 'You're imagining things. Don't embarrass yourself.' The word hung between you like smoke. Embarrass. You let go, walked away through the gilded maze of guests, your sapphire gown trailing like a forgott…